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Pain
The escape i makeonly triggers my pain;
Normal life i leadincreases my pain;
whenever i thinkit's just pain;
whatever i do
all i feel is pain;
its just better to sleep
and not feel any pain.
My Hunger
My hunger for pain is surreal
Can i extinguish all that i feel
The freedom to ragetears me up in my cage
the empty delusions i facemy mind inside i race
to put it on trackor remove it to black
my finishing flagis still in a bag
Will i not rest,how heavy my breast.
Different Same
The color of rose
the symbol of love
or the passion of blood
who is to say what is or is not
same color to me
means pain for someone that be
same color to me
means love and pleasure that be
what is same
what is not
can we judge by our name
or will we be judged by our own lot?
so these are couple of poems I wrote, and now i'll say why i hate them, i hate them as literally works, not of the things they bring up within me. I hate it because no matter what patterns come out in the poems they were most likely accidental. I want to write poems that can baffle people and be at least on the same ladder as great poets, let it be a 1000 step ladder with them at the top and me at the 1st step. I wish that poetry course didn't get filled up this quick, and i wasn't this PS. Pain was written about 5-6 years ago, My Hunger about a year later then that, and Different same like 2 years ago slow
The escape i makeonly triggers my pain;
Normal life i leadincreases my pain;
whenever i thinkit's just pain;
whatever i do
all i feel is pain;
its just better to sleep
and not feel any pain.
My Hunger
My hunger for pain is surreal
Can i extinguish all that i feel
The freedom to ragetears me up in my cage
the empty delusions i facemy mind inside i race
to put it on trackor remove it to black
my finishing flagis still in a bag
Will i not rest,how heavy my breast.
Different Same
The color of rose
the symbol of love
or the passion of blood
who is to say what is or is not
same color to me
means pain for someone that be
same color to me
means love and pleasure that be
what is same
what is not
can we judge by our name
or will we be judged by our own lot?
so these are couple of poems I wrote, and now i'll say why i hate them, i hate them as literally works, not of the things they bring up within me. I hate it because no matter what patterns come out in the poems they were most likely accidental. I want to write poems that can baffle people and be at least on the same ladder as great poets, let it be a 1000 step ladder with them at the top and me at the 1st step. I wish that poetry course didn't get filled up this quick, and i wasn't this PS. Pain was written about 5-6 years ago, My Hunger about a year later then that, and Different same like 2 years ago slow